I used to be able to come home every evening and settle into a routine of mooching-> homework-> dinner-> James/homework/friends because there was always a tommorow to start revising/coursework/organising my folders or any one of the thousands of other things I really should be doing rather than looking the other way every-time something reminded me. Suddenly though - I can’t do that! My tomorrows are lacking in numbers and now I can actually count them - 14!
I have 14 tomorrows until I have to do my history exam
I have 16 tomorrows till my biology…*whimpers*
So, I guess I have to start today. (well luckily I used my powers of foresight, saw this crisis coming and started Saturday!)
On another note I triumphed over technology!
Yes, I managed to connect my phone to the computer and extract some files - it may have taken me nearly an hour to do so but I did
Just me and the instruction manual, fighting it out; for a long time I was the underdog but then REVELATION and I quickly defeated it
HA! Up its…USB socket!
Lots of Love
(the victorious)
Kat
xxx
Yesterday was Sarah’s 18th Birthday party
So naturally I spent all Saturday rushing around looking desperatly for a dress and shoes - luckily finding both (Although I have to put jelly things in the shoes to stop my tiny feet slipping down) However I then commited the sin of wearing my new heels without any tights or form of feet protection - Now I am suffering, as are my poor blistered feet.
Damn you shoe god! Why must you punish me?
…well lets hope anyway.
Yesterday I turned 17 and the day before I celebrated!
House Party
(Haha! I can post it online now because its too late for anyone to crash it!)
Well I spent the day preparing the essential preparations; blowing up about a thousand balloons, making a hat for our plaster sheep ‘Dolly’, preparing food and generally rushing around stressing!
People arrived, alcohol flowed and the fun began! People said it was fun and so I think I can dare to call it a success - there was only one case of pineapple molestation (the pineapple has had counseling and is not traumatised) and only one very minor lesbian kiss (apparantly…) despite the rumors of lesbian bathroom orgy’s. All the alcohol was drunk (even the white rum) and no one threw up or passed out.
There were no bitch fights and I can remember most of it.
Thanks to everyone who came and made it all happen (wahee for cliche’s) I had an awsome birthday and all the gifts were amazing!
For the appropriate people: I shall keep you posted on photo’s but I think I’ll just bring them in on a disk.
However, now I must stop dreaming of then and concentrate on now; as of today I shall become the hard working studant I should have been at the begining of the year.
Lots of Love
Kat
xxx
Some days, I look around and I realise that even-though every thing suddenly seems too big and new and scary, its just those little things that completely blind you with their enormity that change, but the basic rhythm just keeps playing. I don’t know what it was that made me notice this. Maybe it was Claire running through the doors at 20 past 9 asking
“Shit…you’re all going into general studies arn’t you…”
When she should have been there to register at 9 and go with the rest of her form to wherever they were being taught. Claire will be late to her own funeral - I can see it already.
Or perhaps it was when I walked into my form room after lunch and immediately one of the boys in my form says
There is NOTHING wrong with the ceiling!
But sure enough when I look up one of the polystyrene tiles seems to have been nibbled at by the polystyrene mice and then been replaced with A3 paper…what is it with boys and breaking the ceilings? The exact same thing happened before a few years ago. Does the school not learn
Cheep polystyrene tiles + kids = DESTRUCTION
It was probably at lunch time, sitting in Panda - Eye’s form room, looking at my friends;
Emma munching pasta
Ayla looking at Emma’s pasta hungrily, having eaten her lunch at break
Emily sitting on Luke’s lap, stealing his chocolate but then moaning when it wasn’t the kind she liked
Kirstin smugly drinking coffee; she’d managed to get ‘the salmon mug’
and Me, sipping hot soup, realising nothing much has really changed
Last night I saw on the news about the university shooting.
Such destruction of talent and potential is so poignantly heart breaking
Obviously, my heart and thoughts go out to all over there. I can’t begin to imagine…
This also makes me FURIOUS.
I hate guns; if I had my way they’d be burnt in a large pit with any knowledge of them or how to make them, regardless for what they’re purpose was - sport or otherwise.
It sickens me how easy it is to get hold of one legally, and yet how no one seems prepared to do anything; many actually call for the laws to be relaxed. Obviously a full ban would never work. It didn’t work for alcohol and wont work for guns, but relaxing the laws would be ridiculous and a slur to the memory of these and so many other innocents who have been killed.
One of the victims in particular stuck out for me: Professor Liviu Librescu, died whilst holding the door shut so his students could escape. No only this but he was also a Holocaust survivor.
(naturally I’m not saying his death was any more tragic - all were.)
Kat
It seemed like a good idea at the time; oh how many ill fated stories start with that?
4 girls armed with a couple of maps, a few compasses and a 2 stone rucksack each all set off on a 15 mile walk which they must accomplish in 2 days.
No this isnt the start of a joke - it was my weekend: My duke of Edinburgh practice walk.
I didn’t know it was so hard to navigate over foot paths; I expect it helps if you have an up to date map and part of the walk isnt over a golf course which has so many new paths beeing made by the caddy’s that its impossible to see which one you are meant to follow. Also, it seemed that we picked the HOTTEST weekend so far this year.
Well the first day was painful; everyones shoulders bruised and most people got sun burnt. Luckily no one died and we didn’t have to use the survival bags we had been requested to buy (yes, those bright orange survival bags people use if they are climbing in mountains so they can lay in them and be seen from the sky but not die of hypothermia.)
However I have come to the conclusion that I think walking is possibly one of the most boring activities in the entire world. You just put one foot infront of the other a thousand times untill you can throw yourself down in exhaustion.
The night was freezing and the ground was the hardest ground IN THE WORLD (thats what it felt like in any case) and so sleep was fairly non existant! I was finnally forced to drag myself out of my lovely sleeping bag at about 7am and I prodded out kirstin too. We realised with 8 miles still to walk; we might die. It was a very real problem facing us, but like all explorers, we bravely set out to finish our journy in the face of adversity.
On the way we were passed by a roaming herd of around 50 old, hairy men on electric bycicals and scooters (yep, not even motorbikes!) who peeped and waved at us as they merrily sped past flicking dust and stones in our faces. We also saw a herd of deer prancing along a field, and we saw a fox. Nature was out in her finest.
We completed the second leg in record time (knowing you are walking home is a huge motivator). Now to survive the real thing; the much longer real thing.
I know I’m packing light next time.
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
Ps, none of us died.
Today three of the five quasi organism were reunited and we adventured down at felixstowe beach. It was a birthday BBQ for our friend Hairy Clairey (She has a very hairy head).
Me and Kirstin were the one of the last to arrive, due to being unable to follow the vague directions of We’re at the end of the promenade, past the Spa Pavilion and having to stop and call several times.
When we did arrived, immediately Kirstin ran into problems
“I HATE SAND! I love the beach but I HATE SAND”
(these would soon turn out to be the least of her problems)
We sat with the group, but slowly the group divided very distinctly into 2 sub-groups: Us 3 and them. We were the Rejected Threesome.
It soon turned out that Claire had forgotten that Emma-Panda-Eyes (Third member of the Rejected Threesome) was actually a vegetarian. So the threesome walked the entire length of felixstowe water front (well at least half of it) to find a chip shop to provide nourishment to Panda Eyes. We found said shop and bought said nourishment. The trouble all began when we were asked if we wanted ketchup. We all did; oh how we regretted that. The guy who served us had a thick middle eastern accent and was almost impossible to understand (he also had one eyebrow; a huge one but, only one. However I wont hold this against him)
“You want sauce?”
“Uhm, yes please. What sauces do you have?”
“what do you like?”
“Ketchup?”
“we have”
He bought out a bottle and squirted it in the middle of Kirstin’s chips.
He then looked at me “you like?, I nodded and he bagan to squirt.
I looked at Panda Eyes worriedly
The squirting went on…
I tried to keep my strange urge to laugh hysterically in check
…and on…
Kirstin nibbled at her chip
…and on…
Eventually, after emptying the worlds ketchup resources over my chips, he moved on to Emma and gave her a healthy sized dollop.
Once outside I allowed myself to laugh hysterically; for some reason this was one of the funniest things that had happened all Easter holidays and clearly Panda Eyes and Sand Hater thought so too. Sand Hater picked up a chip, looked at it and had something of a nervous break down. Clearly the magnitude of the Ketchup incident had just sunk in.
I am the chip eater! I Decide what chips get ketchup and what chips don’t! I WANT TO HAVE THE CHOICE! I like my ketchup in a Neat pile in the corner of the tray, not touching any chips I don’t choose ”
Things only got worse: walking back, an unsuspecting dollop of ketchup dripped onto Sand Hater’s new suede shoes. Silly ketchup!
Sand Hater screamed as if someone had just stabbed her, making an elderly couple jump and look quite alarmed.
“NOOOOOOOO MY SHOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! ITS SUEDE! NOOOOOO”
I nearly choked on a chip I laughed so hard.
So my friends I warn you: Choosing ketchup is not just a simple choice, it may change your life.
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
God Allmighty please save us.
Why…why…why do the Brittish Government feel the need to use youtube?
I mean it was bad enough when Call-me-Dave did it with ‘web-cameron’, but now the ACTUAL government?
I mean, who are they kidding? HOw are they meant to be taken seriously when they are fannying around on a youtube channel? Whilst youtube is obviously a brilliant service, its not meant to be used for this…
Have a look at some NHS bullshit if you will…
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
I was watching the news and I saw the very sad case of how “A woman left infertile after cancer therapy has lost her fight to use embryos fertilised by an ex-partner.”.
Whilst I can understand how difficult it must have been for Mr Johnston to have to make this decision, I am disgusted at the outcome.
Completely disgusted.
He says “I wanted to choose when - I would have a child.” but for me that is the point - he has that luxery of choice Ms Evans will never have. To me, it seems very selfish of him; I can appreciate not wanting a child with an ex-partner, but surely there would have been agreements available so he would not be responsible for the child(ren). He is denying a woman the right to become a biological mother. I cant understand how anyone could live with that decision.
I cannot imagine what Ms Evans is going through right now and my thoughts are with her.
Please feel free to fight back if you don’t agree, I enjoy a good debate!
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
I finally got to watch the series 1 finale of Odd ball teen drama Skins. It was really very odd witha musical-esque last 5 minutes. Obviously I wont spoil the plot though. However, I did like the ending - it tied up enough ends to make me content but left enough open for me to want the next series very soon
If you havn’t seen it, see if you can get hold of it - its very good; whilst the surreal plot lines might make you blink a few times and ask yourself what the fuck just happened there?! they are oddly applicable to daily life. Also I can (almost) guarantee there will be one character (or maybe a few) you can identify with in so many ways.
It doesn’t try to be anything it isnt and suceeds at being exactly what it is.
I also hope that it helps break down alot of prejudice; for example seeing Anwar struggle with his lifestyle and faith shows how, just because some one is ’something’ (in this case, Muslim), it doesn’t make them any different from the next teen; they have to deal with problems, growing up, parents and family, and its hard to spit in someones eye when you realise they’re human too.
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
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